Текст песни Blood on the Poet (Årabrot) с переводом

On demand, dum da di da

Of the statue deity, dum da di da

The young poet and a mirror linked

To the hallway of aqueous phantasms

Four doors, dum da di da

All locked for lunacy, dum da di da

The poet squint his eye through the keyhole

One more time for the death of the Mexican

One more time for the shadows on the walls

One more time for the tinkling-bell child

Spinning by the bed of the unmanly

One more time the gun to his head

One more time, dum da di da

For the assassination, dum da di da

The spinning hallucinatory imagery

By the aerialist by the bed of the epicene

One more time, the master’s choice

The gun put to his laurel crown

We are born with a wound, born with a wound

Wound of separation

Close the gap

On demand, dum da di da

Of the master, dum da di da

The poet plashes through the mirror

To the hallway of aqueous phantasms

One more time, the master’s choice

The gun put to his filthy wreath

We are born with a wound, born with a wound

Wound of separation

Close the gap

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